Home Again

I made it home. I actually got here Saturday evening and had a wonderful dinner with friends, it was nice catching up. Then I did some catching up on laundry, errands and sleeping. It's amazing how exhausting a couple weeks at Penland can be. As much as I love the art, friends and energy there it's also nice to be home with Janet, friends and pups.

Do You Think Dori Missed Me?

Yesterday was spent catching up on glazing and dropping off pots at Mudfire for the Mugs for Jugs breast cancer benefit and the Clay Pride show that Kathy King is curating. I can't wait to see these shows.

The ancients believed inanimate objects such as pottery had a soul. I
can understand why they thought this. It comes from the ground, where
life sustaining plants grow, and just like people; with direction it
can be molded. Also like people and plants it has mind of its own and
sometimes rejects the direction in which we lead it. Often the
resulting pot is better than what we intended at the start. This is why
I love working in clay and why my style is not highly refined or rigid.
I gently guide the clay and the glaze but rejoice in letting them
become what they will by the other forces they encounter. Just like
planting a seed in the garden, even when I have specific plans for it
I’m never exactly certain what it will be until it is fully developed.
I hope you enjoy my work as much as I enjoy sharing it with you.